Can there be a stronger incentive to holiness than, “Every man that has this hope in him purifies himself.” ~ Calvin
Daily Archives: 4 Jun 2017
How lovely are your dwelling-places, Yahweh Sabaoth. My whole being yearns and pines for Yahweh’s courts, My heart and my body cry out for joy to the living God. Even the sparrow has found a home, the swallow a nest to place its young: your altars, Yahweh Sabaoth, my King and my God.
How blessed are those who live in your house; they shall praise you continually. Blessed those who find their strength in you, whose hearts are set on pilgrimage. As they pass through the Valley of the Balsam, they make there a water-hole, and — a further blessing — early rain fills it. They make their way from height to height, God shows himself to them in Zion.
Yahweh, God Sabaoth, hear my prayer, listen, God of Jacob. God, our shield, look, and see the face of your anointed. Better one day in your courts than a thousand at my own devices, to stand on the threshold of God’s house than to live in the tents of the wicked. For Yahweh God is a rampart and shield, he gives grace and glory; Yahweh refuses nothing good to those whose life is blameless. Yahweh Sabaoth, blessed is he who trusts in you. (Ps 84)
But apparently the Governor wants official ‘prayer patrols’ to fight crime. And no, this isn’t The Onion.
From the first establishment of the Reformation in Geneva, the observance of all holidays, with the single exception of the Christian Sabbath, was abolished. This cannot be imputed to any indifference to either prayers or preaching. Besides the ordinary hours of public worship, there was a sermon appointed every Lord’s Day at four o’clock in the morning for servants.
The establishment of the Reformation was accompanied by laws against vice and profaneness. Proclamation was made against whoredom and blasphemy, and innkeepers were prohibited from allowing profane swearing, or playing at cards or dice, and from giving drink to any person during sermon, especially on Sunday, or after nine o’clock at night.
Amy Cortet, the lieutenant of the city, was confined for three days on bread and water, and afterwards deprived of his office, for keeping a concubine.*
There ya go! Oh for the good old days (except for the 4 in the morning sermon… not a duty I’d enjoy).
*The Early Years of John Calvin (p. 170).